So I'm running along running along and I need to spit. Yes, I spit when I run.
I spit...and of course...it just strings down my face and look at that---it's on my shorts. Yes...ew.
I ALWAYS end up looking around like "who saw that?" then I realize that it's 5:45 am and I'm the only loony running around with spit hanging off my face like some idjet.